No Heart (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
You know this sh*t ain't 'bout nothin' to me
Light ! Look, cool, look

[Verse 1]
Trappin' hard trappin' real hard trappin' way hard to the graveyard aye y'all I think the jack-boys at the backdoor get the AR
Got bad b*tches on the phone lines, got a hundred million on the radar, still ah drive by spray a n*gga block in a rental fast as a race car
Ain't a hater? Why your face odd I been looking at it, its a bit salty, n*ggas mad cause them hundreds on me and my b*tch saucey and her lips glossy
Ridin' round behind dark tint with the brock liq' gettin' kissed softly, I know you lil n*ggas see her and think she real bad but she real costly
Real bossy I'm real gutter sold a lot of weed and a lil butter, my ex b*tch steady still calling
I don't know, told her I still love her I really don't I packed up and I moved on its over, might forget the b*tch was ever even if I pour a eight in this soda
Look, a lot of shots one time a make crowd disperse like it's an avalanche, lot of hunnits on me now, blue cheese [?] dab of ranch
Real n*gga checkin' in new n*ggas [?] to f*ck me b*tch you had the chance, her ass was fat I had to glance
All these bands need hammer pants, he bleedin' call the ambulance, n*ggas hear my name, insult me down, n*ggas hear my sh*t like "damn it jam"
And they'll never say it but I know they play it and they b*tches play it too, cause we probably f*cked but I never said cause you know how real players do
We probably went to eat I probably blessed her feet, yeah you know a lil pair or two, then right before I dropped her off, I probably hit it in the vehicle
But I ain't just player I could mail cross country like a miracle, on your door step on a Saturday morning while you eatin' a bowl of cereal, nah for real

[Outro]
Young lightshow why you trappin' so hard (why you trappin' so hard)
All them hunnits in your mattress, oh god
Came with 50, pull a n*gga whole card (hello hello)
Hands in pockets sorry I don't know y'all (I don't know you n*ggas)
Young lightshow why you trappin' so hard (why you trappin' so hard)
All them hunnits in your mattress, oh god (oh, oh nah)
Came with 50, pull a n*gga whole card (well)
I light 'em all I might run through your whole squad (run through the whole squad)
Savage sh*t